What Now?

Hola, I'm Selene, and you are all welcome to call me that. I'm a die-hard Doctor10 and Rose fan, but I decided to do my first fic post Journeys End.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Believe me, If I did, no WAY David Tennant would ever be able to leave the show...EVER

and now for something completely different

Tenth Doctor's POV:

Not again.

Every BLOODY TIME I ever got close to someone, I ruined them.

My entire planet, my companions, my friends, my love. Hell, even my doctory-cloney-metacrisis!

Theta, stop blaming yourself. You try to help them get a happy ending.

Great, now I have to have you in my head TARDIS,I think.

"I'm sodding well sick of this ridiculous pain and guilt!"

She's humming to me again, trying to comfort me, but I'm beyond that now.

"I need some Marmalade and a good brood, and I'll be back to my freakishly un-normal normal self again dearest." I say comfortingly, more for my benefit than hers

Would you like to go somewhere else my Theta?

"yeah, somewhere new, with no memories or goodbyes."

That's all I need, is something different, something new with nothing to remind me of...her

Ugh, just the thought of her sends pain shooting through my hearts. My Rose. I tried to give her some joy, someone who could give her what I never could. That doesn't mean I'm not blazingly jealous of what he has.

As the TARDIS starts to rock and shake, I know that we are in the Time Vortex, well on our way to some other planet, in some other time.

Exhausted, I decide to sleep on the way there. As I stumble to my room, TARDIS takes her physical (kind of) Form. She looks like a slender young woman, with jet black hair to the back of her knees, silvery-pale skin,and glowing violet eyes. It's the eyes that give her away, not because of the color, but because of the glowing. Behind the violet, one can clearly see the swirling gold of the Time Stream that the heart of the TARDIS contains. She glides silently behind me, following me to my room,the "cloth" of her dress not making any sound, nor does anything else. Not a footstep, or a whisper of breath.

I throw myself onto my rather large bed, emitting a sigh of relief.

"Well, It's just you and me again, Love" I whisper

Ah, but Theta, you do not wish it to be as such, do you?

"Not really, but that doesn't mean that I don't like to be with you, dearest"

That I know, but regardless, you are still lonely. I am not enough to fill the holes within your Hearts. I love you but it is not enough. I am not what you need.

I hear a hint of regret in her words, but I cannot deny the truth in them.

It's just that, the look on her incorporeal face seems determined.

But determined to do what?